What If There have been far too many times where I have asked myself w h a t i fWhat if I had been stronger.What if I wasn't so selfish.What if I would have graduated.What if I hadn't run away.What if I was more independant.What if I had been more careful.What if he would have loved me back.What if I would have said goodbye.What if I would have called the police.What if she wouldn't have died.What if I swallowed one more pill.What if I lied. what ifwhat ifwhat ifwhat ifwhat ifwhat ifBut I think the scariest thing to ask myself is, What if I simply chose to live?
How It Always EndsShe loved him;he b r o k e her.
To Be InvisibleThe broken hearted walk among us.Empty souls left bruised and discarded.Walking on two feet, but their legs are broken.Reaching out when they are drowning only to grasp air.Smothering.Smothering.As if anyone would pay heed to these souls.They cast no shadow.Invisible to all they may encounter.Casting no reflection in the mirror.They are no one.No one.The broken hearted walk among us.Empty souls left bruised and discarded.As if anyone would pay heed to these souls.They cast no reflection in the mirror.No reflection.The mirror.An illusion.The soul.
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